|This picture could be Southern Utah or New Mexico. After traveling for miles, it all begins to run together.|
I knew we were back in the South. When we stopped at a gas station with a confederate flag, displayed in the window. My stomach retches at the thought.
|On the walls of the bathroom, and in the stalls, there were these huge sheets of paper with the words "Tell us about your trip." People wrote whatever they wanted, little narratives of scrawled graffiti making their marks.|
|Although I thought it was a good idea, I felt I couldn't contribute. It was my act of defiance for their confederate flag.|
II know a girl who used to play this song on her guitar over a year ago. At times it kind of sort of defined her.